N-41 Erulisse - Nazgul Screams
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: N-41 – 5 Books/5 Characters - Barliman
Format: Fictlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Barliman, Nazgûl
Pairings: None
Word Count: 379
Summary: The Nazgul have invaded the Prancing Pony searching for a hobbie. What are Barliman’s thoughts while hiding from these fell villans?
Nazgul Screams
He tried to crowd his body into the smallest space possible as Evil walked down the hallway on the other side of his countertop. He had escorted many drunkards through the doorway over the years, and had introduced many light-fingered guests to the town's sheriffs and bounders, but these beings were beyond his ken. He experienced an overwhelming feeling of despair followed by waves of cold and shivers that he could not control. This was something he had never felt before and never wanted to feel again.
He had been the child of a farmer and he loved the land. He had never intended to operate an inn. His childhood dreams were of waving heads of wheat swaying in soft breezes and under gentle rains. But life's circumstances had pushed his dreams into different pathways.
He had fallen in love with a girl from the town, one whose father owned an inn and who purchased produce from the Butterbur farm. Suddenly he was tongue-tied and shy. He mulled over thoughts of moving to Bree, leaving the farm to his younger brother instead of plowing and planting it himself.
He embraced his revised dreams, moving to town and taking a position with the man who would become his father-by-marriage several years later. After he and his wife had two children, his wife's father had died, leaving the Prancing Pony Inn to his only child and her husband. Suddenly he was an innkeeper, owned by a building and never-ending work. It wasn’t much different than a farm, but a bit less back breaking.
Over the years he had expanded cautiously, making sure that his purchases were made with current coin not future promises. He had hired well, his cook and brewer were renowned for their skills, and he had tried to make sure that all were made welcome and felt safe underneath his roof.
Safe until tonight. He knew he would never again be able to think of his roof as a place of safety against the evils of the outside world. He heard the frustrated scream of the Nazgûl coming from the direction of the hobbit rooms and covered his ears, clenching his eyes tightly closed in fear. Suddenly, after all these years, he had doubts about his career choice.
Format: Fictlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Barliman, Nazgûl
Pairings: None
Word Count: 379
Summary: The Nazgul have invaded the Prancing Pony searching for a hobbie. What are Barliman’s thoughts while hiding from these fell villans?
Nazgul Screams
He tried to crowd his body into the smallest space possible as Evil walked down the hallway on the other side of his countertop. He had escorted many drunkards through the doorway over the years, and had introduced many light-fingered guests to the town's sheriffs and bounders, but these beings were beyond his ken. He experienced an overwhelming feeling of despair followed by waves of cold and shivers that he could not control. This was something he had never felt before and never wanted to feel again.
He had been the child of a farmer and he loved the land. He had never intended to operate an inn. His childhood dreams were of waving heads of wheat swaying in soft breezes and under gentle rains. But life's circumstances had pushed his dreams into different pathways.
He had fallen in love with a girl from the town, one whose father owned an inn and who purchased produce from the Butterbur farm. Suddenly he was tongue-tied and shy. He mulled over thoughts of moving to Bree, leaving the farm to his younger brother instead of plowing and planting it himself.
He embraced his revised dreams, moving to town and taking a position with the man who would become his father-by-marriage several years later. After he and his wife had two children, his wife's father had died, leaving the Prancing Pony Inn to his only child and her husband. Suddenly he was an innkeeper, owned by a building and never-ending work. It wasn’t much different than a farm, but a bit less back breaking.
Over the years he had expanded cautiously, making sure that his purchases were made with current coin not future promises. He had hired well, his cook and brewer were renowned for their skills, and he had tried to make sure that all were made welcome and felt safe underneath his roof.
Safe until tonight. He knew he would never again be able to think of his roof as a place of safety against the evils of the outside world. He heard the frustrated scream of the Nazgûl coming from the direction of the hobbit rooms and covered his ears, clenching his eyes tightly closed in fear. Suddenly, after all these years, he had doubts about his career choice.
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